User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Red Tables/@comment-2246928-20141214205840/@comment-4677325-20141215040702

''Sirinius is both horrified and enraged at the fact that the now-headless otter had just been living, breathing, and talking not moments ago. Doing his best to avoid the conflict between Vortin and the wildcat, he swings the bow around one shoulder and draws his short sword, driving it right into the chest of the ferret coming over the wall. Using his brute strength, he tears the sword ferociously from the ferret and then turns to see Vortin being thrown from the wall. He looks off to the side and then back at the wildcat.'' "'Ey, stripecat! Why don't y' take on someone your own size, eh?"